Bro, I'm not an Undead!-Chapter 1544: Stroke of Inspiration!

[You are fiendishly HYPED!]

[You are fiendishly HYPED!]

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Skullius’ bodily juices began gushing through him faster, his mental faculties quickening. He was galvanized by the stimulation from this battle with Fulgardt, and the sensations he felt from fighting the Immoral only seemed to ramp up.

The Hybrid let out a breath, his hands still pointing at Fulgardt.

The fact that Fulgardt was using him to define his own limits meant that he had to have limits, right? Or at least think that he did.

Indeed, Fulgardt wasn’t so foolish as to underestimate Skullius to the point where he wouldn’t consider losing because of hubris; he’d just said so himself.

And thus, the Hybrid Warmoth realised that to win, he needed to go beyond and shatter Fulgardt’s experience and skill with his own, however gradual the affair would likely to turn out to be.

To do that, he first had to determine how FREE Fulgardt was with his powers.

How far did his depth of power go with darkness and light?

Maximum Catalyst built up within Skullius’ hands, making them glow purple and gold. To define Fulgardt’s limits, he first had to learn how much freedom this ring of light gave him. Could he respond to any attack, no matter how fast?

The glow from Skullius’ hands sharpened, and then a jet of concentrated, purple-gold crystalline light, thin as a needle, blasted towards the Immoral, moving at well beyond a hundred and twenty times the speed of light!

Naturally, this was Skullius’ old friend, [Neutral Acumen] - a straight, quick attack based on the neutral application of Maximum Catalyst, [Neutral Maximum].

When his Maximum Catalyst bonded to some of the other essences and concepts Skullius had affinities for, creating unique Parlous Natures, the general applications for Maximum Catalyst remained, only now, they had the potency of World rank Parlous Natures. Indeed, they were divine.

The [Neutral Acumen] caused Aigas to tremble violently upon being ejected. The world wished it could have imploded and saved itself from a horrid fate, but Suzamete held it together.

The jet of light reached Fulgardt in something finer than an instant.

...Then it suddenly veered off course and soared upwards, piercing through the brightened sky and clouds into the great void.

Again, Skullius had not seen how Fulgardt had responded to it. He was just that quick with [Just Light] prompting his movements.

This didn’t discourage Skullius, however. He maintained his stance, his hands pointed at the Immoral.

’Again,’ thought the Hybrid. ’Your pride won’t let you just dodge. You’d rather prove a point, wouldn’t you, Fulgardt?’

In the next instant, he fired a thousand [Neutral Acumen]!

All of them streaked off in wide arcs, as though actively avoiding Fulgardt and everything around him, but then they curved and attacked him from different angles. It was a shocking feat, especially when considering that the [Neutral Acumen] projectiles maintained the same absurd speed as the first one Skullius fired.

Fulgardt kept up his cool smile as attacks came. He didn’t seem to move... and yet all the [Neutral Acumen] flew off in different directions, diverted. Skullius hadn’t seen it, but Fulgardt had backhand slapped each and every one of them.

That didn’t matter to the Hybrid Warmoth, however.

He kept firing more [Neutral Acumen] again and again and again and again.

Fulgardt kept smacking them all away at speeds that would trigger Deities over and over and over and over. He tolerated the monotonous routine this battle had taken on. Why?

Well, he knew Skullius wasn’t stupid. The Hybrid Warmoth wasn’t hopelessly sending out quick attacks, praying that one of them would land.

’The fastest attacks I have on hand can’t even make him take this seriously yet. Fair enough,’ thought Skullius. ’He’s used light for healing, high-speed movement, and control. As for darkness...’ He remembered the Immoral’s coat of darkness absorbing each of the physical attacks he threw. ’He’s only used darkness for reinforcing himself for strength and defence so far. He can probably do more than that with it, but he won’t have to reveal any of that if he keeps this ring of light up.’

It was predicament indeed. Skullius’ current arsenal was too weak. He needed to use the War Body to have a real fighting chance, but it was too early on to use that. The five minutes that preceded the Second Phase of the War Body would leave me open to a Fulgardt whose most lethal secrets were yet to be revealed. That was way too risky as of now.

Luckily though, Skullius didn’t need to resort to that just yet.

’I bet the genuine Fruit of World Myths contributes to Fulgardt’s freedom with his powers, as opposed to my own – an imitation.’

Skullius stopped firing the [Neutral Acumen].

"Had any better ideas yet?" said Fulgardt, chuckling.

"Kind of," said Skullius. He was suddenly in a good mood, with his juices flowing as they did. He sent a command to his two Apostles and they were suddenly doused with great swathes of darkness. They vanished an instant later.

"Oh?" said Fulgardt. "What was that?"

Skullius merely smiled at him... and then Amras poured out of his body in torrents.

The Hybrid Warmoth proceeded to summon the full monastery from whence the gates he’d been manifesting hailed from!

A bulging wall of darkness erupted, bounding from where Fulgardt’s ring of golden white light ended. It rose in a heavy blanket, forging a complex structure with multiple layers and shocking aesthetic detail to even its obscure windows and ceilings and doors.

The great structure encompassed all of Edagon and the portion of Aigas Fulgardt’s light had swallowed. All was black, for the most part, but not dark and eerie. The only thing within the monastery that remained wholly Fulgardt’s was the zone of golden white light.

On the wide floor Skullius and Fulgardt were, eight great gates similar to the ones Weaver and Beyrmir had gone through could be seen. One of them floated behind Skullius, sandwiched between eight great statues of darkness, each highlighted by the faintest outline of white light.

Fulgardt noted this great gate, as well as the others. Their placement was rather random.

"What’s this? Are you coping my move from last time? Did it leave an impression?" the Immoral said.

Skullius gave him an eerie, toothy smile. "A little."

During their battle, Festos had summoned a great tower that would serve as the default location for their battle. The thing had indeed left an impression on Skullius, but that wasn’t why he had summoned the full monastery now.

Skullius whipped up his upper right hand, and made a gesture with three fingers.

Fulgardt raised a brow. What was this?

He couldn’t have fathomed what followed afterwards.

Super-condensed mana poured out of Skullius, along with an absurd amount of Maximum Catalyst’s essence, and then with a demented look in his rippling eyes, he declared:

"Majestic Territory Expulsion, Demesne of Maximums!"

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